Date: Sun, 15 Jun 2008 08:07:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hanging with the Kidd

This is another one that came to me in a dream. The entire scene in the
basement was so vivid that I woke up and began writing the story
immediately. I very rarely employ drugs or alcohol in my stories but it
was a huge part of the dream so I make no excuses. I've also taken the
liberty of adding previews of two other stories at the bottom of this
one. As always, N-joi.
Hugs,
Tag_m



"Soooo, whadda ya wanna do?"

The question was asked by Fluff. His name was Kidd Fluff but he went by
Fluff. He was a black kid. That is, his skin was a light golden brown,
like caramel maybe, but I couldn't refer to him as a brown kid now could
I. But anyhow, he wasn't black black as in Negro black. His family was
originally from an island like Hawaii or something. No wait. Antigua.

"I dunno," I answered, shrugging my shoulders. Fluff nodded his head.

"That's cool. "I'll do you if you do me." He said it like he always said
stuff; with no more emotion or inflection than "Ya wanna listen to some
music?" or "I gotta take a piss," or something like that.

"That's cool." I'd taken to Fluff's manner of speaking. Short sentences,
no emotion, matter of fact. Irritated my dad.

"Cool." We were sitting side by side on a mattress on the floor in
Fluff's attic bedroom. It was a really cool room with a black light and
black light posters of Hendrix, Cream, CCR and other rockers along with a
bunch of flower power kind of stuff. He had a strobe light too but I
hated that one. His bedside lamp was like a large cone with red plastic
lining the inside. There was a bunch of different patterns cut into the
plastic so when the light was on and it was turning, it cast a bunch of
crazy shadows on the wall. It turned way slow so it didn't drive ya crazy
or anything what with the patterns going round and round on the bedroom
walls.

Fluff had an 8 track system up there too with four monster speakers that
he built himself. Sometimes if his mom wasn't home he'd crank that fucker
up and almost blast ya out of the room. He used to put in The Crazy World
Of Arthur Brown and just before the song Fire came on he turn the volume
on full then the speakers would boom out,

"I am the God of hell fire and I bring you...Fire". Fuck, you could hear
it loud and clear way out on the street. A friend of mine tried it with
his parent's new stereo and blew the speakers clean out of that thing.
The neighbors complained to Fluff's mom every once in a while so he'd
cool it for a bit.

So there we were sitting with our backs up against a wall and Fluff
pulled out a magazine from behind a little nightstand at the head of his
bed then moved right up against me.

"New one," he said as he laid the thing on our legs and opened it up. We
unbuckled, then unsnapped and unzipped and pulled the waistbands of our
underwear down and held it down with our thumbs, my left one his right,
while we let our dicks out for air. The first few magazines that Fluff
had shown me had been playboys which, to a thirteen year old boy who had
seen no naked women pictures in his life, was pretty monumental.

This magazine was something else. It had men and women in it, naked and
doin all kinds of stuff. I didn't need to play with myself hardly at all
before my dick was standing up fully hard. I figured that Fluff must have
looked at it a few times cuz he had to work at his cock a little bit. I
reached down and took hold of his soft but firming brown sausage and
started stroking it a little bit. He in turn did the same for me.

I really loved playing with Fluff's cock. Unlike me, he wasn't
circumcised so that whole foreskin thing was fascinating to me. I'd never
even seen one even in my PE class back home. It felt good having Fluff
stroke my hard cock for me and aside from the novelty of his foreskin I
really liked stroking him too. I couldn't explain it but it seemed to
make my dick hard just thinking about jacking him off let alone actually
doing it.

Once we were both hard as a rock he set the magazine aside and we shoved
our jeans and briefs down to our ankles then he put it back and he
continued to turn the pages. That was something that always fascinated me
too, seeing our legs resting against each other, his brown to my stark
white. Until I'd moved I'd never seen a dark skinned kid before either.

Fluff stopped at a series of pictures of a woman sucking on a dude's
cock. It was in full color, the thing big, pink and hairy and the head
almost purple from being so hard. There were two pages, six pictures to a
page so we saw her just before she put it in her mouth and the rest of
them in various stages of the blow job, the last one with her chin
practically on the man's big hairy balls. I said practically but the fact
was she had them in her other hand.

"Wonder how she does that." I said in a husky voice.

"Dunno," Fluff responded. We were both starting to pick up speed, myself
getting ready to blow at any moment. I almost spent more time looking at
what I was doing to Fluff, covering and uncovering his swollen cock head
with his foreskin. Made me wish I had mine.

Finally Fluff moved the magazine off to one side and we both let go of
each other's cock. We shoved our shoes off then our jeans and underwear.
We did scissors paper rock to see who went first and I lost, or won
depending on how you looked at it. Fluff let his hands drop to his side
and I leaned down, took his cock in my hand then lowered my head and took
him into my mouth.

I really got off on sucking Fluff's dick. I could manage about four
inches of the more than seven and a half that he had, the thick brown
tube filling my mouth but not stretching it out till it hurt. I loved to
slide the foreskin up over the head and suckle it like it was a titty or
something then slide it back down and pretend like my lips were a
foreskin only tighter. Fluff taught me how to do the second part and he
always moaned out loud when I did that.

In fact Fluff's moans when we did stuff and when he blasted his sperm out
was about the only time he ever really expressed emotion. Until that day,
I'd known him three months, I'd never seen him angry; he would chuckle
sometimes but never really laugh and I rarely saw him smile. He wasn't
depressed or anything he just didn't give anything up, he was just really
laid back.

"My balls Lonny," he said and I began tugging and squeezing on his medium
sized eggs, loving the feel of the soft skin of his brown sac in my hand.
Fluff's hand reached over my waist and took hold of my cock, a good six
plus inches, and stroked me. As we did each other I thought back to the
first time I met the boy. Thinking of something else would keep me from
cumming too soon.

My family had moved from a small rural town to the city, a large
sprawling thing with tall buildings and lots of strange, at least to me,
people.  I was the last one of four children, all of the others moved out
as soon as they were done with high school. Yeah, they were all way older
than me. I guess my parents hadn't planned on my appearance but they
never took that out on me like some parents might have.

We weren't rich by any means but we weren't poor either. We moved into a
quiet older neighborhood where there was a mix of older people with no
children or people with children much younger than me. The place we lived
in had once been a big old mansion but at some point in time had been
divided in half so it was two residences with separate side by side
entrances. My grandparents had bought it years before, lived in one side
and rented out the other. Part of the reason that we'd moved was so my
mom could help take care of my gramma who wasn't doing too well, my
grandpa not able to adequately take care of her due to his own illnesses
and infirmities. They had a son who, like me had been a late in life
surprise, that lived with them but taking care of his parents wasn't
something that he was very capable of doing either.

My Uncle Buddy, his name was Leonard but he hated it, was twenty three
and according to my dad not living up to his abilities. That translated
to lazy in dad's jargon. I liked Buddy right off cuz to me he seemed a
little on the wild side; long hair and a narrow, chin only beard, beads,
bell bottoms and tie dyed shirts. He also had what all the cool guys were
wearing then; a suede fringe coat, the kind with strips of suede hanging
across the back of the shoulders and down the backs of the arms and along
the bottom of the coat and the pockets. A real Davy Crockett meets
Woodstock look, although Woodstock was still a few months away. An older
model VW bus really added to the image. With a brand new shiny yellow
paint job he called it the Sunshine Bus.

We'd moved before school was out because my dad's replacement as a
teacher was already there so he didn't need to finish the school year.
Dad was a vocational teacher. He'd taught wood shop, auto mechanics and
electronics at our small school, alternating between the three classes
throughout the day. It seemed like my dad could fix anything and could
build almost anything. He'd learned from my grandpa who had also been a
teacher. The insides of both houses, or apartments or whatever ya called
em, had plenty of beautiful polished woodwork, much of it added by
grandpa.

Buddy had been nice to me all my life, not that I had been around him
more than a couple times a year. When we moved in he took me under his
wing sort of, which may or may not have been a good thing depending on
who you talked to about it. He let me hang out with him, cruise around in
the van, meet some of his friends. My dad wasn't all that thrilled about
it but I didn't know anyone, there wasn't much prospect of meeting
anybody til school started and he never was one to let me just lie about
the house all day.

About the second week Buddy must have decided I was cool enough to
introduce me to pot. I'd heard about it of course; by the summer of '69
who the fuck hadn't. However, I'd never tried it, never seen it, never
smelled it, had no idea what it looked like, none of that stuff. Buddy
had asked me if I'd tried it and when I answered no he asked what I
thought about it. I told him I hadn't, thought about it that is. He asked
what I thought of people smoked it; I hadn't thought about that either
but settled on telling him that I didn't care one way or the other. That
must have satisfied him.

My introduction to pot was Buddy smoking a marijuana cigarette in front
of me. He offered it to me and I shook my head. I wasn't interested. He
said that was cool. A few days later it happened again and I refused.
That was cool too but then afterward he asked if I was afraid or
something and he asked it in a kindly manner. I told him I just wasn't
all that interested. He shrugged his shoulders and said

"Okay that's cool."

So, it turned out that Buddy wasn't lazy at all. In fact he was quite
industrious, smart and busy. Buddy sold pot, and lots of it. He didn't
actually sell much of it personally, he had other people do the selling,
he mostly just provided the product. Initially I'd wait in the bus while
he went into the house, or garage, or store or whatever building one of
his people was doing business out of. He called them "filling stations"
and he had them all over the damned city. There would be one primary
person who would handle the product, they were called Jockey's. They in
turn dealt with no more than ten others and it was those people who did
the actual selling to the consumer and they were called pawns. It was
preferred that the pawns didn't know each other. The jockey never had the
pawns come to the filling station instead he met them somewhere else.
Buddy didn't ever want anyone inside the filling stations except himself
and the Jockey. Buddy insisted on it and when Buddy insisted he generally
always got his way.

Buddy had a way with people. He spoke softly and with conviction and
could do so on a variety of topics. He seemed to inspire people and their
loyalty. He was the kind of guy you wanted to hang out with, that you
wanted to follow, that you wanted to be like. In fact Buddy had been
class president for two years then student body president and
valedictorian in his senior year of high school and in the top ten of his
class the three years he was at the University.

I first tried pot one evening when Buddy and I were sitting on a bench in
Blaine Park. It was getting to be dusk, the people were thinning out but
there were still a few people in row boats out on the lake that the park
encircled. Buddy pulled a joint-I'd learned the correct name-and torched
it. As always he offered it to me after he'd taken a couple of hits. In a
move that surprised both of us I took it. I didn't have to ask how to do
it, I'd watched Buddy and even a few of his friends often enough. I took
a small hit having witnessed what can happen to even a veteran toker if
he takes too big a one. I felt the effects very quickly and was smart
enough not to take any more. When Buddy asked I told him that I enjoyed
the feeling but I didn't think that it was something that I'd want to do
every day. And I never did. Buddy smoked throughout the day and like
before he always offered it to me, it was the polite thing to do, and I
declined most of the time.

Buddy's main filling station and the place where he stored his product
was manned by one of his childhood friends, a guy name Forrest, and was
located only a few streets over from where we lived. It was a big old two
story thing like the one I lived in except it wasn't split in two. It had
a basement that was the same size as the floors above it so it was huge
and perfect for the "front".

Whenever possible Buddy's jockeys ran their filling stations out of an
existing business and they did it for a couple of reasons. One: people
coming and going was to be expected. Two: it provided the jockey's with a
real job and legitimate cash flow. In this case Forrest ran a very
successful t-shirt silk screening business. If you saw any T with a drug
oriented or anti-war design on it anywhere within five hundred miles it
came from Forrest. He actually had a separate sales crew for the shirts
although a few of his people handled both products. He did other designs
too, like astrological sign T's which were really popular.

Like many older houses in that area there was an access to the basement
from the back of the house for coal or hurricanes. Forrest's had been
revamped to accommodate the occasional customer and his sales people so
that they didn't tromp through the house. The basement had been chopped
up into four or five rooms but the largest area was reserved for his silk
screening presses. They kept the pot in what had originally been a bomb
shelter that was hidden behind a false wall in a storage room. It would
take a bazooka to get through the steel door that closed it off from the
rest of the world and that was only if you knew that a door or the bomb
shelter even existed.

They called it "the tomb" and it was pretty cool. It was like an
apartment down there with small cooking area, bathroom and a sleeping
room with six bunks. The bunks were stacked three to a side and attached
to the walls. Heavy chains hung from the ceiling with two hooks for each
bunk and they could be tilted up closer to the wall when not being used.
I guess it was like how they do it on Navy ships. The living area was
furnished with a couple of bean bag chairs, a beat up sofa with a stack
of three bricks at each corner for legs, a wood thing of some kind that
served as a coffee table. Posters were taped on the cement walls and of
course there was a stereo and TV.

We were down in tomb having just brought in sixty five keys of pot and
stacked them on one of the bunks in the sleeping area. I was sitting on
the sofa while Buddy and Forrest sat at the table; a rectangular piece of
wood with counter topping on it. Like the bunks it was designed to be put
out of the way when not being used. Right then it was being used for
rolling some joints.  A door buzzer sounded; one short, one longer then
two shorts in rapid succession.

"That's Fluff. Could you go let him in Lonnie," Forrest asked. I said
sure and wound my way out to the steel door that barred entrance to
basement proper. Like the one to the tomb it opened outward so whoever
was on the other side had to stand on the bottom step or get squashed
against the cement wall when the door opened.

I slid back the two heavy duty dead bolts and pushed the door open to see
a boy about my age standing there. He nodded his head and stepped down so
I stood back to let him pass through then closed and bolted the door.

He had waited me for so when I turned around he put his hand out.

Name's Fluff, Kidd Fluff." He said it like James Bond did when he
introduced himself. "Two D's in Kidd but everyone calls me Fluff," he
added. He had a cool accent and I would soon learn that coming from Fluff
his introduction was a long sentence. I took his hand and we wrapped
fingers around each other's fist, the typical "head" style of handshake.
I wondered if the boy was pulling my leg with the name thing but found
out he wasn't, nor was he imitating Sean Connery. I would discover that
Fluff didn't imitate anyone. If anything people would imitate him.

"Lonny Thompson," I responded. "Two n's and a y." I'd never known anyone
that wasn't white much less shook their hand. I resisted the urge to look
at my palm when I got my hand back to see if any of it rubbed off. Fluff
was my size, more stocky, but not fat. As I said at the beginning of the
story he was a rich caramel color so his eyes and white teeth stood out
on his smooth face. His hair was pitch black, kind of wavy, parted on the
left. Just beyond shoulder length and layered, a pony tail was out of the
question unless it was at the nape of his narrow neck.

"Buddy's your uncle," he stated rather than asked. I nodded my head.
"Cool," he said as we both headed back to the tomb. Fluff went straight
to the table, both men saying hey to him as he approached, then the
necessary greetings; a handshake and hug from each of them. I would get
the same treatment from Fluff from that point on.

"Just in time, we're getting ready to burn a couple," Forrest said and of
course Fluff's answer was

"Cool." Fluff and Buddy each took a bean bag chair; I sat on the sofa
with Forrest. I had my usual one toke, the first in three days, but
dutifully passed the joint on to Fluff who sat across the sort of coffee
table from me. Forrest and Buddy were talking about the silk screening
business so Fluff was paying close attention since he worked for Forrest,
helping out when he needed it. I checked him out as much as I could
without staring. Black 501's covered the bottom half accompanied by a
pair of well worn black harness boots. A white T-shirt with the faces of
Abby Hoffman, Jerry Rubin and Bobby Seale on the front covered his upper
torso. Around his neck, a tan leather strap with three dark blue beads
strung on it added some contrast.

Every once in while he'd look at me and while he didn't offer up any ear
to ear grins, he'd nod his head to acknowledge my presence and once or
twice his lips spread just a little bit. At one point he pulled his shirt
up to scratch his belly and of course I looked. He appeared to be as flat
and tight as I was although he had more of a six pack started than I did.
I also couldn't help but notice the bulge at his crotch since he was
sitting with legs out straight in front of him. It looked like he had
something to be proud of inside those worn jeans and it made me look to
my own crotch to see if I was bulged at all. I was somewhat but Fluff was
definitely bigger.

During the past year I'd noticed that I had more of an interest in other
boys. I think part of it was comparing myself to them, wanting to make
sure I was on schedule with my development physically, mentally,
socially. Generally I found myself pretty much satisfied with how things
were. However, even though I was a little bit more developed in the boy
stuff department than other boys in my gym class I sort hoped I'd grow
another inch or so.

I found myself wondering too if other boys beat off as much as I did, if
they more or less sperm than I did. I wondered if they ever put something
up their ass when they were all sexed up like I had done once or twice. I
was curious about all those things and more. I'd had an opportunity to
beat off once with a friend of mine and his cousin, the cousin initiating
the session, and had enjoyed it a lot. At the very least I discovered
that I was doing it right and it was affirming to see that both of them
tugged at their nuts just like did.  After that session I found myself
looking at some boys and wondering what they would look like down there,
how big were they and what it would be like to jack off with them. I
definitely was wondering about what it would be like with Fluff.

".gotta drive over to Fairfield. How about you start teaching Lonny some
of the basics of the business Fluff?" Forrest was doing the talking.

"Cool," was Fluff's response. I'd been asked earlier if I wanted to work
for Forrest and make some spending money and of course I did. Was damn
sure better than other summer jobs I could think of and it beat sitting
on my ass doing nothing. Besides the 4th was coming up and I wanted to be
able to buy some stuff.

The two men left promising to be back in a couple of hours so fluff took
me to the folding room where I started to learn the business. Fluff
didn't talk much, his sentences generally less than seven to ten words,
but during the first half hour we got through the basics of each other's
story. We talked a little about drugs and his usage was like mine,
limited to pot. We talked about pot, the effects that we felt then he
sort of surprised me, the first of many times.

"Make you horny?" he asked and I shook my head no.

"Does me." He paused as he folded another shirt. "Makes me want to beat
off." He said it matter of factly, like it was just no big deal. "Ever
try it?"

"I haven't been smoking pot that long, only a month or so," I admitted.
He nodded his head in understanding.

"Wanna try it?" Well now. Considering what I'd been thinking earlier.

"Sure," I responded, feeling a little more nervous that I let on.

"Come on," he said, nodding his head toward the tomb. I followed a few
steps behind him, noticed that he had a really narrow butt for as bulky
as his upper body was. I didn't have time to ponder that thought for very
long. Fluff went straight over to the sofa and moved the table out of the
way so we could sit next to each other. He then went about undoing his
belt and all the other ritual involved in getting undressed. Once done he
pulled his t-shirt up then raised his butt up and shoved his underwear
and jeans to his ankles. I wasn't far behind him, not wanting to seem
like a prude. Then we just looked at each other's stuff.

"Hmm, never seen brown moss before," he said as he all but stared at my
crotch which was okay cuz I was staring at his. Fluff's dick was longer
and thicker than mine and as I said in the beginning he was
uncircumcised. His pubic patch was as black as the hair on his head and
was a nice thick nest at the base of his very flat lower belly where it
met his dick. From what I could see his balls were fairly smooth but my
view wasn't all that good.

Me, I was a blond boy. Fortunately I wasn't real pale like some blonds
and could tan up a bit in the summer. My hairs were a medium brown, not
nearly as thick as Fluff's and of course my dick, about six and a quarter
inches, was pale and blue veined. My nuts were totally smooth and tended
to hang as it appeared Fluffs were.

Fluff, seemingly unselfconscious about his body or his behavior, reached
over and took hold of my dick, a first for me. The warmth of someone
else's hand and fingers on my pride and joy felt wonderful and of course
I began to respond immediately. My new friend turned it over and
generally inspected, for what I didn't know but he told me.

"Never seen a live white dick before. Can see all the veins and
everything. Clearer than on mine." I took that as an invitation to take
hold of Fluff's swelling brown cock and investigate it and the boy moved
his legs open wider to give me room. Needless to say the first thing I
did was retract his foreskin to reveal a head that was a little lighter
in color than the rest of his dick, or his body for that matter. I
stroked him a couple of times, the squeezed and felt him. I really liked
how he felt in my hand; the warmth, the hardness of the shaft but the
softness of his skin. I kept it up for minute or so then took my hand
back.

We'd both reached full on hardness and by some unspoken agreement let our
hands fall to our sides so that we could see and appreciate what the
other one had.

"Man I gotta cum," the dark skinned boy informed me and took hold of the
top third his dick and began stroking and I followed his lead only I
grasped mine about the middle in a full hand grip. We proceeded to love
ourselves, both watching the other as much as our own actions. It was
cool to watch Fluff's cock head appear and disappear although he didn't
fully uncover it that much. It was more like the tip of his dick would
peek out a little then get covered up again. I wondered if having the
foreskin on helped the feelings and guessed that it must.

Both of us picked up speed at the same time and as we did Fluff asked me
to tell him when I was gonna cum. That was cool cuz I wanted to watch him
squirt too. The squirting wasn't all that far off. I tugged on my nuts a
few times then moaned out that I was gonna cum and then it was there, the
incredible tickling in my dick. I slowed my stroke just before my cock
head erupted and fired a glob of sperm half way to my nipples. The rest
was just a series of plops and oozes that ran down over my thumb and
dropped into my "moss" as Fluff had called.

Fluff had been watching me and as soon as mine was over he jerked with a
rapid fury, moaned once and slowed down just as I had. He'd managed to
keep his foreskin full retracted so as not to block his shot I imagined
and what a shot it was. The first one shot up to between his brown
nipples, a second one landed just below that one and a third just below
that before he too went into an oozing mode. The difference was that his
oozing produced a lot more cum than mine did. He kept his dick more
parallel to his body so that the stuff just pooled in his belly button.

We sat there panting, our hands at our sides and then Fluff surprised me.
He moved his hand over to mine then laid it on top of mine and squeezed
it slightly.

"Cool." He said with a grin. I would eventually find out that Fluff was
used to skinny dipping with other boys on the more private beaches of his
home. Of course someone almost always copped a boner and one thing would
lead to another so Fluff was actually quite used to doing stuff with
other boys, said it was more fun actually if you were with someone else.

So, there I was, draped across Fluff's warm body and sucking his cock and
loving every second of it while he stroked my cock. He finally tapped out
so I stopped what I was doing and sat up against the wall. Fluff
suggested we take our shirts off so we did then he draped himself over my
body and began doing exactly what I'd done to him only when he did it he
could take the entire thing in his mouth until his nose was in my moss.
He cupped and tugged on my balls as he suckled me and I felt myself
getting close to squirting. But he stopped.

Fluff moved around then lay down on the bed and indicated that he wanted
me to straddle his body and once I did, he guided me up until my dick was
almost in his mouth. I leaned forward and braced my hands on the wall
behind his head and as soon as I was comfortable he took me into his
mouth again. He put both hands on my butt and encouraged me to fuck my
cock into his mouth, which I did. I think every boy knows how to that
without having lessons.

Fluff's rubbed in circles on my butt cheeks and up to my lower back. He
kneaded my butt, opening and closing the cheeks. He let a finger trail up
and down in my crack, all of this totally new to me. I could hear low
moans coming from his throat as he seemed to get more and more into it. I
looked back over my shoulder and could see him moving his hips up and
down slightly as if he were fucking the air or something.

One hand moved forward and started squeezing my nuts and tugging on them,
a single finger sliding backwards to the beginning of my butt cheeks and
my hole. He stopped and took my cock from his mouth and rubbed it all
over against his smooth brown face all the while moaning. His nose and
mouth were pressed into the crease of my crotch and he surprised me by
kissing there, nuzzling his nose in my hairs then pushing my balls up so
he could lick them. I don't know what happened but Fluff let himself go,
wasn't holding back at all but was totally into what he was doing.

My cock went back into his mouth but before it did he told me to cum in
his mouth if I could and then he went back to sucking me with a
vengeance. It was like he couldn't get enough of me. I knew what he was
feeling. I'd been there before when I was jacking off; so hot, so sexy
feeling and so ready to cum that it was almost like I didn't know what I
was doing.

Fluff encouraged me to shove all of my cock into his mouth until my balls
touched his chin. I thought I was going to fall over from the feeling as
it went in and out of his warm mouth. The hand on my balls moved
backwards and a finger found its way to my butt hole, helped by the fact
that he'd pulled my butt cheek open with his other hand. I continued to
fuck his mouth as he wormed a finger tip inside my hole and wiggled it
slightly. I knew I wasn't going to be able to last long and I didn't. My
balls and my belly were tingling like crazy.

"Oh shit fluff," I groaned out. The hand on my ass pulled my cock from
his mouth and I shot onto his smooth brown face as he rubbed my cock head
against his cheek. He moved to put my spurting dick back into his mouth
and the second shot of cum went onto his upper lip. He was moaning loudly
as he jacked me off, taking my cock from his mouth and rubbing my oozing
sperm all over his lips then putting it back in his mouth again.

He stopped, and using his hands got me to lie down next to him. Fuck it
was so hot seeing my sperm on his cheek bone, his lips and mouth shiny
from my sperm.

"Quick, make me cum Lonny," he said then pressed his mouth against mine
and began kissing me. I was shocked but did as he asked and took hold of
his raging cock and began jacking him off. He rose up on is side, threw a
leg over one of mine but didn't break the kiss. His tongue moved into my
mouth as his lips moved against it, spreading my cum all over my lips. I
didn't care. I was so fucking hot I think I could have cum again right
them. This was the most intense sexual experience I'd ever had. Shit I
hadn't even dreamed about anything like this.

"Faster Lonny, I need to cum," he moaned then went back to kissing me,
his hips gently fucking against my hand and then he cummed. I felt his
cock thicken in my hand then the warmth of his sperm as it shot out onto
my cock, into my moss and onto my belly and I found that I really liked
that too, wearing his sperm. If he hadn't been so into kissing me I would
have slid down and let it blast my face just as mine had done to him.


As his dick slowed to a dribble he stopped kissing me and let his head
drop to my chest supported by his forehead. After a moment he gently
pulled his cock from my hand and slid down on the bed enough to lay his
head on my chest and an arm on my belly. Since he was lying on my arm I
wrapped it up around him, rubbing his back and into the hair at the back
of his head.

We'd been lying there a good minute when I felt wetness on my chest. It
took me a moment to realize that Fluff was crying. I was wise enough not
to say anything or move except to put my other arm to his back which
encouraged him to hold tighter to me. And then his body began to shudder
as he sobbed quietly.

I was shocked, I was frightened. First, his seemingly uncontrolled
behavior when he sucked my cock then had me sperm on his face and now
this. Not just crying but sobbing. This whole experience was totally
unlike the Kidd Fluff I'd known thus far.

After that first time that we jacked off together in the tomb Fluff and I
started to hang out together quite a bit. He was almost as new to the
area as I was, his mother having moved them from Miami recently. A
surgical nurse, she'd found a job that paid more in a city whose cost of
living was a lot less.

In short sentences, one of Fluff's trademark behaviors, I learned about
his life growing up in Antigua. He was half Portuguese and half English,
his father being the English. He was supposedly descendent from Capitan
Kidd, thus his first name. While I thought his name was cool he didn't,
thus his going by his last name.

"Hated being called Kidd too," as in kid he'd clarified. His father had
disappeared when Fluff was about eight and neither Fluff or his mother
had seen or heard from him since. His mother thought that he might be
dead since he'd never even been gone overnight and among other things
he'd left a bundle of money in their bank account, which until he'd gone
she'd had no access to. His mother had been attending college but shortly
after his father went missing she discovered the money in the bank
account, decided to become a nurse, and left Fluff in the care of her
parents while she followed her dream. She graduated; moved in with her
parents and Fluff and went to work in a local hospital. They stayed in
Antigua then moved to Miami where they lived for about six months before
moving here.

"Miami sucked, definitely not cool," Fluff had told me. He said that
they'd lived in a tough neighborhood and kids picked on him quite a bit.
He'd gotten beat up more times in that short period of time than in his
whole life, not that's been beaten up in Antigua all that much. Since
moving he'd made no friends at all until he'd met me, which made me feel
proud somehow.

He'd been a popular boy back home, a leader among his peer group, and had
many friends. When he told me that he got sort of quiet for a moment and
I wondered what memories were going through his brain. As I said, he'd
gone skinny dipping frequently with his friends so nudity wasn't
something to be ashamed of any more than sex play had been. The first one
of his boy pack to discover jacking off had to show all the boys which
resulted in frequent group jack off sessions. While not the boy who
discovered jacking off it seemed that Fluff had been the first of them to
actually squirt sperm out which only went further to cement his
leadership role.

Fluff had told me that part of his story after our second session
together. I'd started helping out at Forrest's and since we had a fair
amount of time that we were alone there it offered the perfect
opportunity. Forrest allowed us to go into the tomb to smoke pot if we
wanted cautioning us to make sure the front door was bolted shut if we
did. Of course he had us bolt it after he left too.

A few days after our first time together we'd been working for a few
hours and Fluff asked if I wanted to smoke. I could always take it or
leave it but I knew that afterwards he'd want to jack off and that was
what interested me. So I said yes and off we went. He surprised me by
saying that he knew I'd only take a single hit, we'd talked about that
the last time while we were working, so he pulled out a small pipe.

"One hit pipe," he said by way of explanation. He went about stuffing
some herb in it, handed it to me then lit it for me, which I thought was
sort of sweet actually, don't ask me why. Once it was gone I handed the
pipe back and he filled it for himself and hit it.

We sat next to each other on the sofa talking about nothing and after
about five minutes Fluff rubbed the bulge at the front of his jeans. I
couldn't help but notice the action, not Fluff wasn't doing anything to
hide it. He looked at me, smiled, then nodded toward my crotch. I nodded
my head in response.

"Cool," he said and immediately pulled his shirt up and began to unbuckle
his belt. I followed suit, paying attention to him and not myself. He
unsnapped and unzipped then opened the flap of his jeans then slid them
down a little bit but left his briefs in place so I did the same.

"You hard yet?" he asked and I shook my head. "Want help?" I nodded my
head. He turned sideways on the sofa then reached down and began fondling
my balls and then my cock through my underwear. I let my head fall back
on the sofa and enjoyed what he was doing, feeling my dick start to firm
up. Fluff then slipped his hand down inside my briefs and felt on my
flesh, squeezing my dick and of course cupping and feeling my nuts.

"Feel good?' he asked.

"Oh man yeah," I whispered.

"You can touch me," he said, his own voice barely above a whisper. I
reached over and did what he'd done to me, feeling him up through his
underwear. He'd already started to bone up so I squeezed and felt up and
down the length of his dick before feeling on his balls. It didn't take
long before we were both stone hard and breathing kinda heavy.

"Ready?" he asked me. I nodded my head. Fluff kicked off his boots then
proceeded to take his jeans and underwear clean off and lay back on the
sofa with his legs spread wide open. He played with his brown sac while I
took mine off.

"Ever been jacked off?" I shook my head. Fluff didn't bother to ask he
just reached over and took hold of my rock hard cock and began stroking
me. I was in heaven. He had been the first boy to touch me, hell the
first anybody to touch me. I discovered that I loved being touched, loved
having my boy stuff played with but I guess all boys do.

"Lay down," Fluff told me, letting go of my dick and getting onto his
knees on the floor beside the sofa. I did as he asked then he moved one
of my legs farther apart to open me up. He just looked at me for a moment
then took hold of my nuts and played with the soft smooth sac for a
moment. I could tell from the expression on his face that he like what he
was looking at and I wondered what was going on in his brain. He rubbed
on my flat belly as he took hold of my dick again and began jacking me
off. I was in heaven.

Since Fluff was kneeling close enough to me I could reach down and grasp
onto his cock and so with an underhand motion I began jacking him off. He
pulled his t-shirt off and now fully naked, turned his body to give me
access as well as a better view of what I was doing. It was way cool cuz
I really liked watching his foreskin slid back and forth over the pink-
ish colored head and his loose hanging balls sway gently between his
legs. It was also the first time I saw Fluff's whole body and believe me
it was worth looking at. His chest seemed well developed to me, his pecs
standing out somewhat and not flat like mine seemed to be. I'm sure the
split between them and the crease underneath helped enhance it but
whatever it was I really wanted to lie next to him and run my hands over
his muscled brown torso.

"I'm getting close Fluff," I told him. He picked up speed, as did my
breathing, my belly constricting as I moved closer to unleashing my
sperm.

"Oh god Fluff I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," I moaned out and my entire
body went stiff for a moment as Fluff slowed down to a slow stroke. My
eyes moved from his cock to my own and I was a little disappointed at the
small dribble only to be surprised by a shot that landed at my nipples.

"Cool,' Fluff mumbled as my dick let go of two more squirts that landed
on my heaving belly.

"Harder," Fluff said and I saw that his eyes had closed. I picked up
speed and gripped his sausage cock harder and a moment later I heard him
whisper "Oh yes," which was actually more like a yeah, or a ya or
something. No matter, my eyes went back to his dick and I got to watch
him cum too, his foreskin preventing an actual squirt. I quickly fixed
that, and kept my hand from going all the way to the tip and fully
covering his cock head so the next three jets of white goo shot out onto
the front of the sofa and the underside of my forearm. Fuck he could
squirt sperm. It was so fucking cool.

Fluff's hand slowed down to the milking mode and mine did the same.

"Take it over the head," he commanded in a quiet voice so I went back to
fully covering and uncovering his seeping cock head. His body shivered
from the feelings and knowing how sensitive my own cock head was after I
cummed I could imagine what he was going through.

Fluff let his body rest on his haunches which pulled his cock from my
hand but didn't stop him from continuing to stroke my dick or play with
my nuts, which he did for another minute until our breathing evened out.
He finally let go of me, looked at my face, nodded his head a few times
then offered up a rare smile.

"Cool."

So yeah, Fluff's behavior was a total mystery to me. He'd continued to
cry for about two minutes but it had slowed down considerably then just
stopped. I'd kept my hand moving on his back to remind him I was still
there with him and also to give me something to do. I was pretty well out
of my element.

"I'm so sorry," he said with a sniffle.

"It's okay, honest Fluff," I said in my best sincere voice as I rubbed
his back. He nodded his head against my chest in acknowledgement of what
I'd said.

"Towel," he finally said so I reached above my head and pulled out a
towel that was wedged between the wall and his mattress. It was his cum
cleanup towel, changed every couple of days. Since I was gonna wipe my
mouth I was glad to see that it didn't have any crusty spots on it.

I wiped my mouth then got Fluff to raise his head so I could clean him
off. His eyes were open but down cast and very red rimmed. I gently
cleaned him off then myself and dropped the towel next to the bed. Fluff
put his head back on my chest and held onto me as if I were going to
leave him.

It was all quiet a moment then he began to talk.

		     ~~~~~~~~~STORY PREVIEWS~~~~~~~~~
			Dimitri's Hustle - part II

"Did you think about me Cam?" he asked. When I nodded my head he smiled
and said he'd thought about me too adding that he didn't finally go to
sleep until after midnight. He looked in my eyes, then at my lips, then
back to my eyes as he moved his head in closer until first our noses
touched and then the lips. He kissed me softly, tenderly which surprised
me a little. We spent a good minute that way, neither of us seemingly in
any hurry. My fingers trailed lazily up and down on his thigh, Dimitri's
fingers resting on my upper arm while little mewing sounds slipped out of
his mouth. Then all of a sudden he was on me like white on rice.

Out of the blue Dimitri pressed his lips hard onto mine, rolled his body
into me and rolled me onto my back. His leg came up and pushed against my
balls then rested on my rock hard cock. Both hands were at the side of my
face holding my head in place as he all but mauled my mouth with his own.
I held onto him, my hands running up and down his back, reveling in the
touching of him. I kissed him back with as much ferocity as I could while
a single hand slid down onto his butt, first firmly cupping the glorious
globes then moving underneath the fabric of his underwear to do the same
thing against real live boy flesh. I could feel Dimitri's stone hard cock
against my side and when I cupped his ass and trailed a finger up and
down his crack he undulated against me, pressing it into my body.

                        Brazen Brothers - part II

I came out of the bathroom with my clothes in my arms and a towel wrapped
around my waist. I'd barely made it into the room when Angelo grabbed the
edge of the towel and jerked it causing it come undone and fall to the
ground. Both boys had big grins on their faces as they stared at my
crotch, my cock at full stretch from the warmth of the shower. I didn't
even pretend to be angry or upset with Angelo for his trick or Javier for
his obvious complicity in it. Instead I dropped my clothes on the floor
and just stood there facing them.

"Okay, take a good long look you guys." Boy did they ever look in fact
they both came closer to me. A good minute went by then Angelo went to
the drawer where my boxers were and pulled out a pair. The little boy was
still naked and had been soft when I first came into the room but was
pretty much boned up as he handed me the underwear. I should have been
suspicious but I wasn't. I stood there for a second then lifted one leg
and had gotten it through the boxer leg when both boys tackled me and
caused me to fall onto the bed. They were on me immediately, Javier on my
chest and trying to pin my arms and hold me down and before I knew it a
small hand was on my crotch feeling me up.

Life is filled with choice points; you go left or you go right or you
stay right where you are. I could easily have tossed them off and ended
the whole thing right then except that I knew it would only deter the
boys for that moment. I knew that unless I took a firm stand against
their behavior they would keep tempting me, keep trying to engage me in
their play. The fact was that I didn't want to stop them especially since
thirteen year old Javier now seemed to be as willing to play as his nine
year old brother.

~~~~~~~~~~Part I of both stories are in the adult youth folder~~~~~~~~~~